Sit down, I wanna talk about why I feel like I might fucking die this time
Deconstruction of the body and mind, the slip into eternal to dissociate from this vessel Predetermined soul burn, anxiety playing guillotine Predetermined soul burn refuse to remain the fault in her figure
Consider me returned
Sit down, I wanna talk about why I feel as if I should fucking die this time Sit down, I wanna talk about why I really hope I die this time. A promise breaker of the 3rd degree. Blaming it all on lack of sanity, spineless again with the weight of mistake square one with a body disposable Not late
A promise breaker of the 3rd degree. Blaming it all on lack of sanity
Rid of me Rid of me
Your eyes sparkle like the sea, your waves crashing over me, I don't really want to see how much stronger it may be
Your eyes sparkle like the sea, your waves crashing over me, your soul glimmers in the breeze, cold and rushing through the treesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
